"Sure we can't interest you in something more hard-core?" the Reverend said. "That red smoke is for low dosers."
"If I wanted something else, I'd ask for it."
The vampire stopped beside him. So very close.
Phury frowned. "There a problem?"
"You have beautiful hair, you know that? It's like a female's. All those different colors." The Reverend's voice was strangely hypnotic, his purple eyes purely cunning. "Speaking of females, I hear you don't take advantage of what's offered by my ladies here. That true?"
"Why do you care?"
"Just want to make sure your needs are served. Customer satisfaction is so damned important." The male moved even closer and nodded at Phury's arm, the one that disappeared into his coat. "Your hand's on a gun butt right now, isn't it? Afraid of me?"
"Just want to make sure I can take care of you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. In case you need a little Glock-to-mouth resuscitation."
The Reverend grinned, his fangs flashing. "You know, I've heard this rumor... about a member of the Brotherhood who's celibate. Yeah, go figure, a warrior who abstains. And I've heard a few other things about this male. He's down to one leg. Has a scarred sociopath for a twin. You wouldn't by any chance know of such a Brother?"
Phury shook his head. "Nope."
"Huh. Funny, I've seen you hanging around with a guy who looks like he's wearing a Halloween mask. Actually, I've seen you with a couple of big males who kind of fit some descriptions I've heard. You don't suppose - "
"Do me a favor and get me my leaves. I'll be outside waiting." Phury turned away. He was in a bad mood to begin with: frustrated that he hadn't found a fight, bleeding inside over being shut down by Bella. Now was not the time for conflict. He was on his last f**king nerve.
"Are you celibate because you like males?"
Phury glared over his shoulder. "What is with you tonight? You're always shifty, but right now you're also being a real ass**le."
"You know, maybe you just need to get laid. I don't traffic in the males, but I'm sure we could find you one who'd be obliging."
For the second time in twenty-four hours, Phury snapped. He surged across the office, took the Reverend by his Gucci lapels, and nailed him into the wall.
Phury leaned on the guy's chest. "Why are you picking a fight with me?"
"You going to kiss me before the sex?" the Reverend murmured, still playing. "I mean, it's the least you can do, considering we only know each other professionally. Or aren't you into foreplay?"
"Fuck you."
"Now there's an original comeback. I would have expected something a little more interesting from you."
"Fine. How's this?"
Phury laid a hard one on the male's mouth, the kiss a punch between faces, not anything even remotely sexual. And he did it only to wipe the expression off the bastard's face. It worked. The Reverend stiffened and growled, and Phury knew he'd called the guy's bluff. But just to make sure the lesson was learned, he clipped the male's lower lip with a fang.
The instant blood hit his tongue, Phury yanked back, his mouth falling open. Through his shock, he breathed, "Well, what do you know, sin-eater."
At the sound of the word the Reverend cut all the bullshit, getting good and dead serious. In the silence he seemed to be considering his plausible denials.
Phury shook his head. "Don't even try. I can taste it."
Amethyst eyes narrowed. "The politically correct term is symphath."
Phury's hands tightened on the male out of reflex. Holy shit. A symphath. Here in Caldwell and living among the species. Trying to pass itself off as just another civilian.
Man, this was crucial information. The last thing Wrath needed was another civil war in the race.
"I should point something out," the Reverend said softly. "You turn me in and you're going to lose your supplier. Think about it. Where're you going to get what you need if I'm out of the picture?"
Phury stared into those purple eyes, still running through the implications. He was going to tell the Brothers as soon as he got home, and he was going to watch the Reverend closely. As for turning the guy in... The discrimination symphaths had faced throughout history had always struck him as unfairę¢”rovided they didn't start pulling shit out of their trick bags. And the Reverend had been running the club for at least five years with no problems linked to symphath behavior.
"We're going to strike a little deal," Phury said, glaring hard into that violet stare. "I keep quiet and you stay on the down-low. You also don't try to f**k with me again. I'm not going to roll over for you sucking on my emotions, which was what you were doing right now, wasn't it? You wanted me irate because you were hungry for the feeling."
The Reverend's mouth opened just as the door to the office swung wide. A female vampire barged in, only to stop dead as she saw what was undoubtedly a picture: two male bodies close together, the Reverend's lip bleeding, blood on Phury's mouth.
"Get the hell out of here," the Reverend snapped.
The female backed away so quickly she tripped and slammed her elbow into the doorjamb.
"So do we have a deal?" Phury bit out after she left.
"If you admit you're a Brother."
"I'm not."
The Reverend's eyes flashed. "Just so you know, I don't believe you."
Phury had the sudden notion that it was no accident the Brotherhood thing had come up tonight. He leaned into the male. Hard. "Wonder how you'd fare if your identity got out?"
"We" - the Reverend dragged in a breath - "have a deal."
Butch looked up as the woman he'd sent to check on Phury came back. Usually the buys were over and done with quickly, but it had been a good twenty minutes.
"My boy in there still?" Butch asked, noting absently that she was rubbing her elbow like it hurt.
"Oh, he's in there, all right." As she shot him a tight smile, he abruptly realized she was a vampire. That little grin thing was a move they all pulled when they were out among humans.
And she was kind of attractive, he supposed, what with the long blond hair and the black leather at her br**sts and hips. As she slid into the booth next to him, he caught her scent and thought idly of sex for the first time in... well, since he'd met Marissa over the summer.
He took a long drink, finishing the Scotch in his glass. Then he glanced at the female's br**sts. Yeah, sex was on his mind, but more as a physical reflex than anything else. The interest was nothing like it had been with Marissa. Then the need had been... consuming. Reverent. Important.
The female beside him shot him a look as if she knew the direction of his thoughts. "Your friend might be in there for a while."
"Yeah?"
"They were just starting to get down to it."
"The buy?"
"The sex."
Butch's head whipped up and he locked eyes with her. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, whoops..." She frowned. "Are you two together or something?"
"No, we're not together," he snapped. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Yeah, I didn't really think you were like that. You dress well, but you don't give off that kind of vibe."
"And my buddy's not into men, either."
"You sure about that?"
He thought about the celibacy and started to wonder.
Whatever. He needed another drink; he did not need to get into Phury's biz. Lifting his arm, he waved to a waitress, who rushed over.
"Another double Scotch," he said. To be polite, he turned to the female next to him. "You want something?"
Her hand landed on his thigh. "As a matter of fact, I do. But she can't give it to me."
As the waitress left, Butch leaned back in the booth, stretching both arms out, opening himself. The female took the invite, leaning into him, moving that hand south. His body stirred, its first sign of life in months, and he had some passing thought that maybe he could get Marissa out of his head if he had some sex.
While the female stroked him through his pants, he watched her with clinical interest. He knew where this was headed. He'd end up doing her in one of the private bathrooms over there. Would take maybe ten minutes, if that. He'd get her off, do his business, then beat feet to get away from her.
God, he'd pulled that quickie routine hundreds of times over the course of his life. And it was really just mast***ation disguised as sex. No big deal.